User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20150416030247/@comment-2246928-20150528212659

"Right." The fox nods, deciding quickly, the well-greased wheels in his fertile brain spinning like a cart gone haywire. "Rakefang, follow me. You four oughtta stay here, keep this part of the camp secured." His paw smoothed the pommelstone on the longsword thrust through his belt, and Serrano smiled. "Lead on, Dogbane."